And a young Tsarevitch plunges his sword into the heart of his enemy, bug the eyes of the people are fixed on the clouds, where over the waves and over the forest a wizard bears captive a struggling giant. In a lonely tower a maiden weeps, and a gray wolf is her faithful servitor. And here the mortar of Baba Yaga wanders wither it will, and younger Kostchei the Deathless goats about his shining hoards of gold. - Summary by Ida Zeitlin